Evidently, a natural response to waking up and being freezing, is to come down to breakfast sans pants….if you are the goose. Perplexed, not by her response, but by the fact that she couldn’t find pants when I had done SEVEN loads of laundry, and (this one is the shocker) folded it. She clarified that she had plenty of pants but no sweatpants. If you know this kid or have been reading for a while, this shouldn’t surprise you. When I am sorting laundry to be washed, there is no telling what I might find. When the kid gets undressed, she tosses everything into the hamper. Sometimes I find a shoe that has come off in the inside of the pants. The whole lot tossed in the wicker bin. This wouldn’t be that big of a deal, if more than once we haven’t had to buy shoes because we couldn’t find it’s mate.
I have stopped raising an eyebrow at the way she faces life long ago. I brought down two pairs of sweatpants for her and she put them both on. Well, I guess it was pretty chilly this morning.
Truth be told, she probably gets it from me. Poor kid….